This is a song about "The clap"

I clap shit-aim at your heart

You shook my world and it felt apart

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

I didnt clap yo ass out the game cuz nigga u lame

I don't pack gats and clap shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

And that's jay line i had to quote that

I'm so lazy cause you're "great" *clap*

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

That's shock value, homie, i want fans all hyped up to clap,

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round